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Be My Daddy Myg [m]

be my daddy — myg [m]

⤷ summary. ❝ Min Yoongi is one thousand shades of forbidden to you, and yet, you can’t help but lust over him. Your dad’s friend. ❞ | 18+

pairing. dilf!ceo!yoongi x rich girl!reader

genre. forbidden romance au, age gap au, smut, fluff, implied angst, pwp.

word count. 3.1k

» please don’t flag this post. if u don’t like it, just scroll. don’t be petty and flag creator’s posts, if u do that, ur not fücking cool 👎

warnings. big age gap (11 years), oc is a fucking tease, she vapes once, oc is said to have thick thighs, oc’s father is so oblivious lol, YOONGI HAS TATTOOS 😶‍🌫️ !! yoongi and oc’s father are friends, yoongi gives dilf energy but he doesn’t have a kid :3, daddy k*nk (sorry not sorry), mirror s*x, bathroom s*x, brief oral (f. recieving) big dïck yoongi, standing sëx, unprotected s*x (don’t be stupid like them ok this is fiction), dirty talk, yoongi has a dirty mouth y’all, dëgration k*nk, püssy fingering, choking, belly bulge, disgusting pet names, self-voyeurism, creampie, mentions of creampie, they have to be quiet but they kind of fail lol, there is a smidge of angst, like it’s super tiny u won’t even feel it, love dovey at the end, implied angst for the future of this couple, FLUFF (it’s weird for me to add this tag haha).

a/n. oh my god what have i done 😀 this is pure pwp. i am not okay i actually need my dilf yoongi right now !!!!! also this drabble just SCREAMS lana del rey, and the banner too. like oh my gooooood. i also thought of cola while writing this hehe. this was for my song requests and i hope u like this, love u so much !! <3 this is also just a lil something to get u guys fed before the monster that is after hours part one drops on friday !! hehe i’m very excited, love u all ♡

please reblog and / or leave feedback if u can, it helps a lot a lot !! ♡ love u. this is barely edited.

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The golden rays of July's sun hit your skin as you trace your fingers on your book. You shift your focus not to the captivating words of the page before you, but to the man who sits on the white sofa of your living room behind the glass.

You bite your red lips, your lust-filled eyes hidden behind your heart-shaped glasses as you shamelessly stare at the man, gazing at each of his handsome features in secrecy.

You should be ashamed of yourself, lusting over your father’s associate and friend, but your so-called shame is long gone as you think about his veiny, tattooed, ring-filled hands splitting you open until you squirt.

Min Yoongi is his name.

You’ve known him for some time now.

He is the CEO of Min Tech and he and your father decided to create a partnership between their companies a few years ago, but no one would have thought both men would have turned friends.

Your father by no means is an easy man to please, and by internet rumours, Mr Min is a man as cold as ice, whose sharp words are enough to cut your ego like a knife if you step

one foot out of line.

And what took you by more surprise is that he is much younger than your father, ten years, and your father was a man who liked to mingle with people his own age, claiming that the younger generation was too dumb for him to be associated with him.

Except you, of course, and now, Yoongi.

Both don’t trust easily and yet, become such friends that he hangs out at your mansion almost every weekend for wine and business talk that is too boring for you to eavesdrop.

Min Yoongi is a thousand shades of forbidden to you. He is a friend of your father's, and not to mention, a CEO thirteen years older than you.

And yet, you can’t help but bite your lip every time you see the thirty-four-year-old clench move his tattooed hand, veins popping out, sending shivers toward your spine all the way to your clit.

You gaze at his figure, your eyes in a trance by the way he moves with an effortless confidence that draws the attention of every room he enters. Yoongi laughs at something your father says, flashing the gummy smile you’ve come to admire, and he sips a bit of the glass of whiskey in his hand.

Suddenly, his intoxicating eyes catch yours. It’s a faint moment, but enough to form a smirk on your cherry lips as he licks his while shifting his burning eyes to your father, absentmindedly nodding at something he says.

The forbidden nature of your attraction to each other is the very essence of its intoxication.

You adjust the red glasses on your face with your finger and close your book harshly before slowly getting up from your chair, making sure to do it with your eyes gues to Yoongi, who stares at you while licking his pouty lips, not even paying any attention to whatever your father is telling him.

You giggle and stretch your arms, the skimpy bikini revealing almost all of your breasts, doing the job you wanted when you chose this specific pair a few hours ago when your father told you Yoongi would be passing by for some work meeting at your house.

You pass your red nails through your luscious hair and accidentally let your book fall to the ground. You turn your body so your ass can face Yoongi, and you slowly reach for your book, making sure to tilt your body so your bikini can reveal as much as it can of your ass.

You smirk as you get up, and it only gets wider as you watch Yoongi uncomfortably crossing his legs and trying his best not to let his gaze fall down on you while he says something to your parents.

You grab your cherry vape and take a small puff of it before putting it deep inside your bag where your father could never see—even at twenty-three years of age, your father can’t see you smoke anything or else he’ll have your fucking head.

You grab your bag and walk toward the living room, and once you slide the glass door, you are met with the deep laughter of your father while Yoongi faintly chuckles while shifting on his seat.

“Oh, hey, princess! Say hi to Yoongi.” Your father smiles, and your mother sips on her wine, squinting her eyes at you and you tremble before smiling tightly.

“Hi Yoongi.” You send him a small wave while giving a smile that you hope hides the fire that spreads throughout your body.

“Hey, ____.” Yoongi passes his index hand on his sinner's lips while he scans your body, and your oblivious father chuckles while pressing a small kiss to your hand.

“Actually, Jisun, I gotta go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, princess, why don’t you be a sweetheart and take Yoongi here to the bathroom, hm? I don’t think he knows where he is, do you?”

“No, not really. I haven’t gotten used to your new house, yet. You went quite big with this one.” Yoongi chuckles, and your father laughs snobbishly.

“Um, okay, come with me, Yoongi.” You innocently giggle, and your father takes a sip of your whiskey while Yoongi follows you to the bathroom.

Your mother rolls her eyes and deeply sighs.

“What’s wrong with you lately, Bora?”

“Nothing, Jisun. Nothing.” She takes a large sip of her wine, and your father hums in suspicion before taking a call on his phone.

You can feel Yoongi’s heavy presence behind you as you both walk toward the guest bathroom. You open the door with a trembling hand, and once you get in, rough hands push you to the counter and throw your glasses to the ground

You wince at the slight pain while a river flows through your skinny bikini and down to your thick thighs, and you bite your lip as you watch the older man lock the door with desperation written on his fingers.

Yoongi is quick to imprison your body with his hips, his big bulge hitting your thighs while he grabs your hair, sharp pain coursing through your scalp.

“Filthy little slut,” His deep chuckle is overridden with lust, while his eyes incinerate arson deep within your veins, an ardent pleasure spreading through your body.

You bat your lashes, faking innocence in your eyes as he whispers in your ear, “Trying to seduce me with that fuckin’ ass while I’m talking to your parents. Does your dad know his princess is a fucking whore behind the curtains, hm?”

“I don’t know what you mea–hmph.” You choke when his tattooed fingers suddenly enter your mouth, reaching the back of your throat with ease.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, bitch.” Yoongi growls, the rasp in his voice getting deeper as he stares at you with passion mixed with monstrous lust. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you? Filled that filthy pussy with my cum yesterday and you already want more, hm?”

You eagerly nod your head, your mind wandering to the night before when he filled you like his cum dump, his white seed spilling through your thick thighs, leaving you oh-so-pleased and in pure bliss.

You suck his fingers, saliva dancing on your lips and dripping on your chin and cheeks, and Yoongi laughs at just how pathetic you look. Pathetic just for him.

“What do you want me to do to you, doll?” He finally takes his fingers out of your mouth which is now stained with your red gloss, and you cough twice before biting your lips. “C’mon, tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

You hold your breath before whispering, “Want your cock. Want you to fi-fill me up again.”

“Want me to put my cum deep inside you, hm?”

You nod your head, “Uh-huh.”

“Hmm, dunno if you deserve it.”

You scoff, “Of course I deserve it. And I know you want to be buried deep inside me. You want it as much as I do.”

Yoongi pokes the inside of his cheek, “Hate it that you’re fuckin’ right.”

The older man forcefully grabs your cheeks with one of his veiny hands, enough to well your eyes with tears of pleasure. “Spread those legs for me, brat.”

Yoongi helps to place you on top of the counter, and he immediately spreads your legs and unwraps the bow of your bikini, and before you know it, you stand naked, vulnerable before his devilish eyes.

Yoongi falls to his knees, his hot breaths on your pussy sending shivers throughout every inch of your spine. He stares at how copious amounts of slick easily drip out of your aching pussy, and he almost moans loudly at the thought that it is all just for him.

Yoongi suddenly licks one single, slow stripe of your slit, and you tremble, unwanted moans slipping out of your slutty mouth.

“You gotta stay quiet for me, yeah? Can’t have your parents knowing what’s going on, hm?”

You widen your eyes at the thought and whimper once he places kitten licks on your pussy, licking all your wetness out and moaning deeply at your sweet taste.

“I’m way too horny to eat you out today, baby. Gonna slip inside you, k?”

“Oh, I’m fine with that.” You lazily giggle and grope one of your breasts you know he is obsessed with, “Want you to fill me up, Daddy.”

Yoongi groans while standing up, “Fucking hell. You know you have me weak when you call me that.”

The sound of Yoongi taking his metal belt off echoes through the large bathroom, and you lick your lips in anticipation, desire burning through your skin as you watch his big cock spring free from his white boxers, slapping on his thighs.

Yoongi smirks and slowly strokes his hard-rock length, “You want daddy’s cock, slut?”

“Mhm.” You nod eagerly, drool forming on your lips as you stare at his veiny dick that twitches just for you.

“Say it.” Yoongi growls and you silently whine.

“Want your cock, daddy. Want you to stretch me out. Fill me up.”

Yoongi faintly moans, his eyes closing in bliss while his cock twitches his hand, “Shit, baby girl, you have no idea what you do to me.”

Yoongi closes your thighs, and you furrow your eyebrows, your heart preparing for disappointment, “Stand up and turn around. Want you to look at yourself while I fuck you.”

You sigh in relief, and do as he says. Once you turn around, you gasp at the image of your naked self with Yoongi’s broad, tattoed body behind you.

What a view.

The older man’s veiny fingers trail the skin of your stomach, and you tremble under his tender touch before he slips two fingers inside your cunt, “Who’s pussy is this?”

“Daddy’s pussy.” You moan out while he spreads your legs, and your face turns hot as you stare at how his rough fingers split your red cunt apart.

“Only mine.”

“Only yours.” You moan, and Yoongi hums in satisfaction.

Yoongi’s free hand wraps around your neck and puts little pressure, but enough to make your head dizzy as you stare at the hot reflection in the mirror.

He bites your earlobe before whispering inside your ear, his burning hot breath making your body tremble, “Gonna slip inside now, yeah?”

You nod your head, and you moan once he slips inside your wet folds. You whimper, lewd sounds echoing through the white bathroom, and Yoongi’s hand goes to your tummy, rubbing it in soothing motions as you get used to the slight pain.

Even after so many times, you still can’t get used to just how big he is.

“Yoongi.” You moan, throwing your head back to his shoulder.

Yoongi squeezes the air out of your throat for one second, which causes you to bring your head back as you gasp for air, “That’s not my name right now, whore.”

“Sorry d-daddy.” You whimper, and Yoongi chuckles at your humiliation, more slick dripping down your pussy and coating his eager cock.

Yoongi’s hips roughly buck upwards once, his balls slapping onto your ass while your body bucks forwards, but his hand wrapped around your stomach prevents your head from hitting the sink.

Your eyes widen in fear, but before you can say anything, Yoongi places the sweetest butterfly kisses onto your neck, “Don’t worry. I got you, hm? I promise.”

You nod your head, “Okay, y-yeah. Okay.”

“Gonna move now, baby. What’s your safe word?”

You smile lazily while Yoongi slowly moves his hips in a round motion, trying to get the slightest of friction while he waits for you to get used to him, “Snowflake.”

“Good girl.”

Yoongi pulls his cock out so just the tip is inside you, before roughly thrusting inside once again, sparing no mercy to your red pussy. You moan at the incinerating sensation, his balls slapping on your ass, wet slapping sounds filling the room with your sin.

“Ugh, so fuckin’ big,” Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he continues to thrust into you at an animalistic pace, your tits jumping at the same rhythm of his thrusts, and Yoongi grunts inside your ear at the filthy reflection.

His hand rests on your neck, and you feel dizzy at the light, sudden squeeze of your throat. Yoongi’s other tattooed hand that rests on your tummy traces the big bulge that forms each time he thrusts up inside you, the tip of his cock deliciously kissing your cervix.

Your consciousness slips away with the intense pleasure, your heart racing at the rough thrusts, and Yoongi smirks at your fucked out state, “Look at just how good you take me, little slut. You were made for my cock, hm?”

You eagerly nod your head, “Yes! Ye—”

Yoongi’s hand slaps your mouth, shutting you up, and your eyes widen while his mouth goes to your ear, “Quiet.”

Your pussy squeezes around him, your climax close, and Yoongi groans into your ear while his thrusts get even faster, sloppier. The rhythm of lust as euphoria consumes you both.

“I’m fuckin’ close. Gonna come inside this slutty pussy baby. Gonna fill you to the brim and make you walk around the house with my cum dripping from your thighs. Gonna mark you so everyone knows you’re fucking Min Yoongi’s property.”

You moan at the thought of being his, and he chuckles darkly, his ring-filled hands tracing the skin of your stomach and going down to expertly roll his index finger on your puffy clit. “You like that? Like the thought of being mine, hm?”

You moan into his hand, and he finally lets you breathe once he takes the hand from your mouth, “Yes, wanna be yours. Wanna—ugh!”

Yoongi opens your legs, and his hand grabs your chin, forcing you to stare at the lewd reflection of your pussy taking his cock and how your slick gets pushed roughly back inside you by his fat length. “Look at how that pretty pussy takes my cock. And don’t take your eyes off of it until I cum inside, got it.”

“Uh, uh—daddy, fuck!” His tongue pokes his cheek as he continues to thrust inside you, and before you know it, your body trembles as your climax consumes, you, yet, you follow his command and never take your eyes off the mirror.

“Fuck, baby, I’m cum–cumming for you.” Your orgasm triggers his and with stuttering hips and sloppy thrusts, Yoongi’s cock twitches one last time before his seed slips inside you, painting your walls white as he fills you up.

You both watch in a trance as copious amounts of his white, sticky release drips out of your pussy and into your thighs as he slowly pulls out, and Yoongi wastes no time before slipping two of his veiny fingers inside you, all the while panting desperately on your shoulder.

He slowly pushes his cum inside you while licking your neck within his pants, and you throw your head back, gasping for any oxygen for your restricted lungs.

Yoongi maps out your shoulder with his kisses before he traces his tongue all the way to your ear. He bites your earlobe before whispering, “I love you.”

You gasp, and turn around to meet his glimmering eyes, “Wh-what?”

“I love you, my princess. I have for a while now.” Yoongi smiles shyly, his hand cupping your cheek while his thumb gently caresses your skin, “Be mine. Please?”

“What about my—my dad? He can’t know, I—”

“Do you love me?”

“But—”

“Forget about your fucking dad for a second, dammit.” Yoongi groans, before cupping your other cheek with his other hand, forcing your eyes to meet his desperate ones that call for your soul, “Do you love me?”

You sigh, closing your eyes before opening again, “I do. Fuck, I love you, Yoongi. I have for so fucking long.”

Yoongi smiles brightly, secret relief overcoming through his nerves, “Then be mine, baby. We’ll deal with your dad together. Then we’ll get a house together while you go through law school. How does that sound, hm?”

You smile, tears of joy welling in your eyes, “That sounds perfect.”

You lean in, your lips dancing with each other in the most gentle kiss, your heart that once bled in desperation for his, now heals as it wraps around his soul the way fate intended to.

You both disconnect your lips with a gasp once you hear a loud knocking on the bathroom door, reality crashing on you as you hear your father’s deep voice, “Yoongi, are you taking a shit or what? I need you back, I can’t fucking stand my wife right now.”

Yoongi takes in a deep breath before shouting back, “Just got caught up with some things, I’ll be there in five!”

“Alright.” Your father groans, and once his steps are too far to hear, both you and Yoongi let out a breath of relief.

“I love you.” He whispers into your ear, “We’ll be okay, hm?”

Your soul glitters and you smile, “I love you, too.”